Confessions of a Bird

That bird
broke my wings
so I would
no longer fly.

That bird
expected me
to cry
about foolish things

But right now
I've step out
and said:
breath in
breath out
you know
I'll manage it some how

Later on
the wound has healed
'cause life goes on
and time won't stop
no matter how you feel

So this bird
made it thought it all
learned how to fall and
fly, fly
really high

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